Rock climbing again today. Now of course whatever it is I think I see becomes a climbing wall to me. Also, art club. Did some pen and inks which suck. Also, taught class. Also, drinking. It's funny how, on arriving here, my life was so reduced. Down to just the most basic of activities. And how life kinda fills in the empty spaces naturally, through some unnoticed capillary action, until it's found its own level. And I'm just as busy as before I left, but now with different stuff...

Thinking while walking to the train station: I shouldn't worry too much about what I'm gonna do. Because it doesn't take that much for me to be happy, and most of the stuff it does take I got already.

I don't know how really true this is, but it's what I was thinking. Then John was late to meet me and I got hungry and forgot all about it.